A Bizarre Adventure Starting with One-Punch Man

“Because, before he left, that guy asked me to pass on a message to you, saying that he wants to come to Z City to talk to you when he has time,” Bang sighed as if recalling the arrogant attitude of “Atomic Samurai” when he left, and patted Johnson’s arm, “For my sake, remember to go easy on him when you come.”

"I see, of course I'll give you face!"

Amidst the laughter and conversation, Qiao Sen's expression suddenly changed. He raised his hand and pressed down on the old man's shoulder: "It's already five o'clock in the afternoon. We should go back now. Tell those two guys who only know how to play games to hurry up and buy groceries to prepare dinner!"

"Hey, why are you leaving all of a sudden?" Bang looked on in confusion as the azure psychic energy spread along Johnson's arm toward him. "Wait, Johnson-kun, I haven't said goodbye to that girl yet..."

Before the old man could finish speaking, the two figures vanished instantly into the burst of blue light.

……

Headquarters building, Sitch's office.

Tornado lay curled up on her side on the large sofa in the reception area, her curved eyelashes trembling slightly, a drop of glistening, reflective liquid hanging from the corner of her mouth, and her chest, which was not visible, rose and fell slightly with her breathing, making her look like she was sleeping soundly.

While handling official business, Sitch glanced habitually in the direction of the sofa. Seeing that Tornado hadn't moved yet, he immediately felt a little relieved.

—Sigh, if only Miss Tornado could stay this well-behaved forever.

Looking at Tornado's peaceful sleeping face, Sitch couldn't help but recall what had happened not long ago.

The first meeting exposed the superficial unity within the team, and high-ranking officials like him discovered the root of the problem.

That is ignoring the independence of the strong.

The exposure of problems is not necessarily a bad thing. Since the hero team can't be put on the table, let's continue to promote independently. Find a few S-class heroes with good personalities to interact with occasionally, and leave the rest to the fans' imagination.

After Johnson and Tornado left, the silencing effect on Sitch was lifted.

Even after being revived, he didn't rest. He immediately arranged for personnel to lead a group of S-class soldiers to complete the assigned tasks.

Right now, he couldn't wait to get rid of these old men and let the branches in various places deal with the headaches themselves.

Just then, Johnson's voice suddenly rang in his mind.

"Sich, is it alright to call you that?"

"Lord Qiao... Lord Qiaosen?"

Startled, Sitch nervously looked around his office but couldn't find anyone.

"Don't be nervous, I'm communicating with you through my superpowers."

"Okay, I'm just not used to it yet..."

Chapter 93 After the Great War

The top hero's magnetic and captivating voice put Sitch's suspicious mind at ease.

Relieved, he cautiously asked the air, "Lord Johnson, didn't you leave with Miss Tornado? You're back, so... where is Miss Tornado?"

Compared to the mild-mannered and reliable Josen, he was more interested in finding out where Tornado, that little devil, was.

The voice in his mind paused for two seconds, and Sitch suddenly wondered if this S-class hero was organizing his thoughts.

"...Don't worry, Tornado is fine, but I do have a little thing I need your help with...You're alone in the office right now, right?"

"That's right! I'm in my office."

"Okay, then I'll come in."

A dazzling blue light flashed, and Sitch rubbed his eyes.

Then, Qiao Sen's tall figure appeared in the middle of his office. He took two steps to the sofa and gently put something down.

When he stepped aside and revealed what was on the sofa, Sitch's heart, which hadn't quite calmed down yet, almost choked on a mouthful of blood.

puff……

What this man put down was actually...

Tornado!

Wait, what did you do to Miss Tornado?!

(⊙_⊙)

Sickey was immediately filled with dread, cold sweat pouring down his face, while his mind conjured up a detailed account of what had happened in 20 words.

The "MindNet" picked up some interesting information. After watching the series with a critical eye, Johnson comforted her with a hint of lingering interest, "Don't worry, it's not what you think. Tornado seems a little tired. Let her rest here with you for a while. That shouldn't be too much trouble, right?"

Sitch: "..."

"Do not……"

"Ha! It's no trouble at all, you've been a great help, thank you!"

Seeing the overly familiar Johnson rushing to answer while making a waving goodbye gesture, and then disappearing at lightning speed using his superpowers, Sitch felt like he wanted to die.

"I meant to say... no!!"

……

Time returns to the present.

—Lord Johnson, how could you be so irresponsible as to leave Tornado here with me? How am I supposed to explain this to her later... Ugh, my head hurts!

After killing countless brain cells, Sitch gave up thinking altogether.

There's no way we can just give up; there's still so much work to be done.

Sitch sighed silently and threw himself back into his busy work, momentarily forgetting the time.

Another hour has passed.

With a hissing sound, Tornado slowly opened her eyes.

An unfamiliar ceiling...

This is where?

...Wait, this seems a bit familiar?

Suck...

"Ok?"

A strange noise suddenly came from the quiet office. Sitch subconsciously turned his head to look, and his expression changed drastically.

"Miss Tornado, you're awake..."

With a powerful aura, Tatsumaki looked as if she had just woken up, smacking her lips, then wiping away the drool from the corner of her mouth, and sitting up from the sofa with a bewildered expression.

(?-?*)

Seeing the dark interior of the headquarters room, Tatsumaki rubbed her forehead, which felt like she had been punched and was actually quite red, and gradually recalled what had happened before she lost consciousness.

"..."

Her rosy cheeks first turned red, then visibly darkened.

—That guy, how dare he do that to me!?

(╬￣皿￣)凸

Behind the desk, Sitch saw Tornado's clenched fist trembling uncontrollably. At the same time, a familiar green light faintly appeared, and his vision went black again.

...Again?!

Without saying a word, he hurriedly grabbed the nearest document, then closed his eyes with a resigned expression.

Goodbye, my office!

The next moment, a blinding green light filled the entire office.

The alloy door, like a crumpled piece of waste paper, was torn apart and smashed away in less than a second, embedding itself deeply into the corridor wall.

A surge of violent telekinetic energy erupted from Sitch's office, accompanied by a scream of shame and anger.

“Joe-sen-”

……

Achoo! Johnson rubbed his nose, surrounded by a mess of cups and plates.

Having not seen each other for a long time, Saitama and Bang drank to their hearts' content, sometimes putting their arms around each other's shoulders, sometimes gesturing wildly, and humming little tunes that only men understand.

Although neither of them is middle-aged, they both quite convincingly portrayed the demeanor of a middle-aged man when drunk.

At this point, if you were to call these two drunkards heroes, probably no one would believe it.

King and Bang, who had only recently joined the company, were meeting for the first time. King was not good at socializing and appeared somewhat reserved during the meal.

During the day, he witnessed Saitama and King training and sensed that Saitama only had the aura of an ordinary person. However, when King was silent, the powerful aura he exuded in every gesture still made the old man raise an eyebrow.

Could it be that this man with three scars on his face is not as simple as he seems?

After all, the aura of a strong person cannot be faked!

King had no idea about Bang's doubts; at that moment, he was thinking about whether he would be able to eat his fill later.

A week of living together (and being brutally beaten) taught him how miserable it would be to eat at Saitama's house. An ordinary person could only survive by keeping a low profile and waiting until the fighting power of the few freaks present had decreased to a certain level before he could join the battle.

Although strategy games are also one of King's strengths, it was those painful experiences that truly made him understand these principles.

It's all too painful to talk about now, let's not dwell on the past!